Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1887-05-25

voice, Is a wonderful Transformation
from the half-wild Gypsey whom Har-
old King had befriended. Near tho
front sat an elderly gentleman who
was peculiarly affected by the readers
appearance.
"Can il be possiblc!' he thought,
when in the privacy Of his own room.
"But how like Bessie she seemed! the
same lustrous eyes and waving hair,
that no amount Of training could sub
due. must investigate on the NOR
row."
King, the artist, busily engaged in
his studio, was interrupted by the en-
trance of one of his wealthiest patrons,
Karl Schuyler, who had in truth been
his benefactor.
.'Well, Haroldr' he began in cheerful
greeting. then asked in amaze: who
is thatp'
A conscious flush suffused the artists
brow as he saw which painting at
tracted Mr.. Schuyler's attention. A
young girl sitting under an oak,
crowned with a wreath of Autumn leaves,
and by her side an open book.
'Is this fancy sketch?" continued
his friend.
mo, sir!'' Harold replied. ain fact,
it is not intended for public observa-
tion," attempting to turn the easel to
the wall. But Karl interposed, and
gazed intently on the girlish face, ra-
diant and hopeful, yet saucy and de-
fiant all in one. Harold, you have
never been told our great sorrow.
Years ago an infant daughter blessed
us, and we hoped on reaching maturity
she would prove our solace and joy.
One day the nurse came in in terrible
alright, saying the child was gone,
stolen, and although unceasing effort
was made, no trace has since been
found. But, Harold, this picture Is the
face of my wife as she was in girlhood,
before sorrow saddened her, and such
my daughter would be were she alive.
Tell me its history"
JOY filled the artists heart; Gyp's
romance, as related in the greenwood,
might prove fitting sequel to the
story just heard so, with suppressed
eagerness, he told of the rough diamond
found on his summers retreat. 1T is
barely possible" he added, "there is
great Joy in store for YOU Come with
me-"
"In few moments they raped for
admittance at Gyp's quiet lodgings.
II have brought friend" was Har-
old's greeting.
"Child, 1 have heard your history"
said Mr.. Schuyler, after few remarks
upon her success Of the previous even
ing, land being strangely interested
wish to know if you have any memento
prior to your life at Oak Ridge farmP"
"Only this!' she answered, reaching
for his inspection a small box contain
ing a relic of babyhood. Only child's
bib-yellowcd with age-covered with
an intricate pattern of embroidery, as
many mother wishes to adorn the gar
Inents of child beloved. No different
from other bibs, with this exception, in
one corner were the initials "B. l.. S."
worked in floss.
Little Blanche! found at last!' ex-
claimed Mr.. Schuyler with emotion.
mo doubt remains in my mind, for
my wife has the counterpart of this
child's bib, kept as II sacred memcnto
of the babe that was lost. Come, child"
he continued to the wondering girl"
"let us hasten home to the mother who
has mourncd you so long!'
"Mother - homer she murmured.
Two things have never known"
But, please God, what you shall
never again forget, my daughter" he
rcjoincd.
Over the meeting between mother
and child We draw the vail; but in that
solemn hour the cloud of grief was
lifted and the sunlight of joy beamed
forth, and Gyp was received into both
heart and home Of her parents. Not
even when Harold asked for tho pos
session of the jewel he had restored
would they admit Of her departure.
no" Karl said firmly. 1--WE have
lost both the childhood and youth of
our daughter, do not ask us to part
with her now. Wed her if you will,
hut our home must be hers"
And thus it was agreed, and Harold
received his bride. Back again at Oak
Ridge farm, Mr. and Mrs. Schuyler.
with Gyp, AS we shall still call her, and
Harold, her husband.
Law sakcsr' said Mrs. Blym, view
ing the young wife in her glory. ITO
think you've married such nice
lookin' chap, an my Sophronia, after
waitin' so long for the schoolmaster,
took up with Jake Prindlc, the nc'cr-
do-well that he is!'
Gyp smiled, she was happy. Father
Blym rejoiced at the good fortune of
the waif. and when Mr. Schuyler pre-
sentcd check and thanked him for
his charitable intentions, his cup of joy
was filed.
The old oak was visited, and as the
young couple stood underit branches,
with the russell leaves falling around
them, their thoughts turned to the
happy summer in the past.
1.-The meeting, though incidental,
was fraught with JOY" he said.
Father, mother, husband, home
and love, all came through that days
meeting by that peaceful streamlct,"
she replied.
Then clasping her husbands arm,
she repeated, in the wonderful voice
that henceforth was only to charm in
the home circle, stanza from Long.
fellows poem:
My heart was hot and restless.
And my life was full OF care,
And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than could bear.
But now IL has fallen from me,
IL is buried In the sea;
And only the sorrows OF others
Throw their shadows over me.
Mrs. Jennie N. Strdtton, in Cierc-